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Tuesday January 6, 2009 Phone Convo: Finn/Fisher


Finn:
*calls Fisher after some drinking*

Fisher:
*hesitantly* Um, hello?

Finn:
Hello there sexy. *chuckles*

Fisher:
*pause* Finn?

Finn:
Yessir.

Fisher:
Oh. Um... hey. What's up?

Finn:
Noooot mush, sittin' round at the house while the lil' bro mopes. You?

Fisher:
Are... are you drunk?

Finn:
Might be, might be. There's a box. . . Box. . . Bottle of Jameson sitting here all lonely. I had ta keep it comp'ny.

Fisher:
*chuckling* Wow, seriously?

Finn:
Yeah. S'course mah meds said nawt ta take wif alcohol, but pffft! So whatcha doin'?

Fisher:
Uh, w-well... talking to a drunk on meds apparently...

Finn:
I was just wonderin' how ya was, cuz. . . Well it's been a while since we talked and ya talked about seein' me after gettin' out, but ya ditched me. . . Thanks!

Fisher:
Sorry, I just... things got kinda... *mumbling*

Finn:
I undastand. Things kind kind mumbly here toooo.

Fisher:
So uh, what's your brother moping about?

Finn:
His fiance person left him to some unknown place.

Fisher:
His fiance? He's engaged?

Finn:
Yep! His boy left him cause. . . Well it seems he needs ta do some soul searchin' and he didn't want mah bro around. Assfucker!

Fisher:
He's kind of a slut, isn't he? The fiance I mean

Finn:
Yeah. Pretty much. Only lefts a note and then poof! Gone!

Fisher:
Jerk!

Finn:
I know!

Fisher:
I guess I'm not one to talk though...

Finn:
You left a fiance a note saying you needed a break, but you'll be back?

Fisher:
*snicker* No. But I did kinda just... run off without telling anyone.

Finn:
Well, if ya didn' leave no one bahind, I think ya doin' okay.

Fisher:
*softly* We did.

Finn:
Well did ya leave the fiance behind?

Fisher:
I don't have a fiance. But no, I didn't leave him behind.

Finn:
Step up then!

Fisher:
Wha?

Finn:
Yer like, a step up from the other thingy wif tha thingy. . .

Fisher:
Oh! You're slurring like hell, how much are you drinking?

Finn:
Mmmm lots?
Maybay?

Fisher:
You should probably take a break

Finn:
I think a few shots did tha trick. . .

Fisher:
Okay, Finn. Listen. Put down the booze.

Finn:
It is down. . . I drank its.

Fisher:
*soft laugh* Okay, no more right now

Finn:
Otay. No more booziush.

Fisher:
Good. So, talk to me. What's shakin?

Finn:
Nothin's changed.

Fisher:
Nothing? You're out of the looney bin, that's different

Finn:
Yeah, but same issues and shit. Nuffin's changed.

Fisher:
Nobody watches you pee... I hope...

Finn:
Before hospikal and shits. Nuffin's changed.

Fisher:
So... make it change.

Finn:
How? Garret's still ass, Rorie's still bitch, I'm still. . . Somethin' not good.

Fisher:
I dunno... what do you want from your life?

Finn:
Peace.

Fisher:
Anything else?

Finn:
Someone ta fuck.

Fisher:
*snort* That's simple. There are sluts all over the place

Finn:
*sounds of something being moved back and forth* My bottle's reaaaaaallllyyy slipp'ry on mah counta.

Fisher:
...then again, even sluts have standards...

Finn:
Oi! Ye feckin' pecka wood!

Fisher:
*laughing* What the fuck did you just say??

Finn:
I called ye a feckin' pecka wood!

Fisher:
Are you my grandma, by any chance?

Finn:
I have balls and a cack

Fisher:
*snickering* She might've too. She had chin hair.

Finn:
I grow a feckin' beard bitch!

Fisher:
You are a fuckin' beard bitch!

Finn:
I'm a beard bich!

Fisher:
*giggle* Wow dude... just wow.

Finn:
Lots of boosish dude.

Fisher:
Is this why you called me? To babble drunkenly?

Finn:
Ye were on me last call list.

Fisher:
Ah.

Finn:
Lucky!!!

Fisher:
Well, that's debateable

Finn:
'm sure its its is

Fisher: is available
Fisher:
Dude, you are hammered. Have some water.

Finn:
I'm havin' soooome watater here-here in a minunite.

Fisher:
Eat something too.

Finn:
There's no girls here though. . .

Fisher:
*pause, then a small gag* Ugh, ew, shut the fuck up...

Finn:
Whaaaaat? Would ya rather me eat you? *giggles*

Fisher:
Sorry baby, this buffet is spoken for.

Finn:
I figured so. . . Or somethin'. . . *pulls away from the phone a bit* RORIE! I want fried somefin! *muffled reply followed by what sounds like a door closing* I don't fink he's gonna get it.

Fisher:
You're like, totally nuts, man. Why are you doing this?

Finn:
Because. . . I'm unsupervised?

Fisher:
Is that really how you wanna be? You wanna be that guy your baby brother has to babysit?

Finn:
I don't know. *sighs* Things are jus' fucked up and it's not even me or its is an-an I don't know. . . At least I'm not hearin' voices anymore.

Fisher:
Hey, that's great. That's a step in the right direction.

Finn:
An I fink mah pills aren't killin' me while I drink.

Fisher:
*softly* Finn... seriously.

Finn:
I'm fuckin' bipolar! What!? Augh. . . It was easier inside.

Fisher:
Being bipolar doesn't give you the excuse to be a dickhead. I mean... you really want Rorie to have to come home to this? To you?

Finn:
He's got 'nough shit. . . I was good. First few days, but now. . . I just drank too much. Need ta put its 'way. Call the doc tomorrow and talk shiz out 'stead o' doin' this.

Fisher:
Yeah. Yeah you do. *pause, small sigh* Look, Finn... I know how you feel. I mean seriously, I do. And it's fuckin' hard. And you kinda feel like such a screw up, it's like why bother trying to get better because nobody gives a shit because you fucked up too much already.

Finn:
Exactly! I mean. . . I don't know how they-they let me be around him. Rez 'n Rorie. I'm. . . I'm feckin' terrified that one day, tha pills won't work and ins'ead of a hospikal, it's a prison cell. Cuz they're dead and I did it. *growls softly, sounds of something hitting wood*

Fisher:
You won't.

Finn:
I almost did the firs'time! I was. . . I was feckin' close! This feckin' close! I'm always feckin' close ta death!

Fisher:
*firmly* You won't.

Finn:
How do ye know!? *sounds of things hitting other things before softly* How do ye know?

Fisher:
Because... because. Because you've seen the bottom of the shit barrel and you waded through it and you came out the other side. And when you feel like doing stupid shit, like drinking too much or skipping meds or just giving up because you think no one cares... you're gonna think of your little brother. And you're gonna think about how everyone looks at him, like he's burdened with this fucking loser brother and he's pathetic by assosciation. And you're gonna remember that he's done too much for you, and you've put him through too much, to keep subjecting him to this shit over and over.

Finn:
*sighs, sounds of deep breathing* I got a job. It's-it's a step. I wanna be that-that cool big brover again. That one that he always thought was rad and we were best friends and. . . That's who I wanna be.

Fisher:
Then do that.

Finn:
I need to. I will. I am.

Fisher:
Good boy.

Finn:
Do I get a treat? *chuckles*

Fisher:
I'll make Rez rub your belly.

Finn:
*snorts* I figured on rubbing his hairy gut.

Fisher:
So... are you two like...

Finn:
No. I don't want to. Not yet at leas'. Work on trustin' mahself first.

Fisher:
Good plan. I should've followed that plan, I think, but...

Finn:
Were you murderous when you left?

Fisher:
*short pause* Not of other people.

Finn:
*snorts* You're probably doing better than I am.

Fisher:
You're probably not doing as bad as you think.

Finn:
I'm drunk in my room because my little brother's too scared to check on me.

Fisher:
Well... speaking as the brother too scared to check on his sibling, it's not because he doesn't love you. It's just... hard.

Finn:
I know. I make it hard. We were good, then. . . I started work and it was hard cuz people stared. They whispered and. . . I know it was hard when I left, but he never said how hard. Now it's back and I heard it, I see it and I know.

Fisher:
People are always gonna talk. But shit blows over.

Finn:
I don't want him to get caught up in it. I don't want him gettin' hurt cuz of me.

Fisher:
He already did. So you gotta just keep going, forget what already happened and just keep going

Finn:
Ya know? There was a time where I was givin' ya the pep talks.

Fisher:
Really?

Finn:
Kinda. More like ways to kill ourselves and kill people.

Fisher:
Heh, that does sound like me.

Finn:
Ya can't drive a car apparently.

Fisher:
Nope, I can't.

Finn:
Yeah, I remember that. We were gonna dump my body in the ocean in a car, but you can't drive so that didn't work.

Fisher:
I guess you don't really need to know how to drive to dump a body in a car...

Finn:
You don't know how to shift.

Fisher:
You're right, I don't.

Finn:
Which is important in getting a car anywhere.

Fisher:
We are not talking about killing you right now!

Finn:
We're not! We're talkin' 'bout yer lack of life skills!

Fisher:
I thought we were talking about your lack of life skills!

Finn:
I can drive! you can't!

Fisher:
I can make a hundred buck sucking dick!

Finn:
I can make a hundred bucks eating a bug!

Fisher:
Bullshit!

Finn:
I ate a spider in the 12th grade and they said I wouldn't! I ate that fucker and I got a hundred bucks!

Fisher:
That's pathetic. I eat spiders for the fun of it, I want a hundred bucks!

Finn:
You're not around high school boys bored in math.

Fisher:
I could be....

Finn:
Pedo.

Fisher:
Heh, well James is younger than me...
And so was Rez....

Finn:
To the point where it's nearly illegal?

Fisher:
Well no. Though I guess it's criminal how old I'm getting.... ugh.

Finn:
I'm nearly 30. Shut up.

Fisher:
Me too.

Finn:
I turn 29 in April.

Fisher:
I turned 29 in October.

Finn:
Few months old!

Finn:
Er. . .
Older.

Fisher:
Fuck you, still counts!

Finn:
Barely!

Fisher:
Psh.

Finn:
Psh yourself.

Fisher:
I do. Frequently.

Finn:
I figured. With a lady like hand like yours?

Fisher:
Get bent you Irish skank.

Finn:
I am an Irish skank. I admit it too. *chuckles with sounds of things shifting* Okay lady hands, I'm gonna. . . Go piss I think. You do what you do with boy wonder, kay?

Fisher:
Is that what we're calling him now?

Finn:
It's either that or what's his face.

Fisher:
You could call him James.

Finn:
That's his name? I didn't know.

Fisher:
*clearly smiling* Now you do.

Finn:
Well then. You do what you do with James then.

Fisher:
Thanks. You sober up, okay?

Finn:
Mmkay.

Fisher:
Good. Talk to you soon?

Finn:
Yeah dude. Talk to you soon. You be good and I'll do the sam.e

Fisher:
Alright. Cool. See ya.

Finn:
See ya. *hangs up*